Petras had said his goodbyes to his beloved whore, and finished his duties as a Chaplain for his Crusade. Arnault and Roland are busy helping their Bonded with other things.
He's going to avoid the fucking abominations in the Loyalist base- those bastards are under the protection of those most irritating brothers of his.
But, he had told his beloved that he was going to go hunting in the nearby forest- having ensure that the got the proper permits, to ensure that him and his human wouldn't run afoul with local human laws, and also was given a thoroughly dull lecture by a droning Ultramarine.
While sparring with Roland and Arnault, as well as his brothers in his Crusade helped his blood sing, he had felt an itch develop, that had been building and building and something had whispered in his head.
A longing, a craving, being with his Bonded, meeting her, getting to know her, had calmed and quieted that itch. It had been several months since he's been able to have a proper hunt.
With neither the Emperor's Champion, or Roland breathing down his neck and watching his every move, for a moment he slips into the forest to stalk and hunt.
He'll bring back an animal to butcher and cook, and feed to for himself and his beloved, as well as the left over to his Crusade to consume. He's hoping for a different kind of prey to be found.
Petras doesn't realize the way his eyes light up in sadistic glee and feels the anticipatory shiver as his vox bead crackles to life and he hears a call for aid- a wounded brother in need.
He answers the vox call- and then subsequently ensures that no one else will be able to take or hear the call. To make sure that the potential Prey cann't call out for help, his vox channel jammed.
He approaches - he recognizes the partially broken form of Castiel, a Tech Marine Abomination, one of the Primaris. Petras grins to himself. Roland and Arnault don't know about this Primaris Abomination, and therefor it isn't under their protection.
"Castiel of The Black Templars," Petras calls out.
The form twitches and flinches a little as the garbled voice crackles out- recognizing him. Petras had given him those wounds after all the first time.
"I am thankful to the God Emperor for this blessing," Petras continues as he unsheathes his chainsword and activates it. "Stay still and die, and your blood shall nourish Holy Ancient Terra. Abomination."
"No- you- leave!" Castiel manages to garble out.
Petras had mostly destroyed his vocal chords when he'd first killed Castiel, back in M42. Castiel does try to escape him, but his broken legs are useless.
It's almost pathetic to see the have broken remains of this abomination of flesh and metal writhe and try to defend itself as he kills it. Petras, just before finishing to kill Castiel makes sure that Castiel can't send any message out to others.
Or try to send a 'upon my death, this message gets sent to X' person. He doesn't want anyone to realize what he's doing. Not because he's ashamed, far from it, but he doesn't want... certain abominations potentially going after his Bonded.
Not quite done in time for the game.
Oh well, I'll finish them next year ;)
Normally more of a fantasy player,
but I'm having a blast painting and
playing these knights!
